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“You aren't…”

Wang Jixuan immediately became alert.

He couldn't say 'Aren't you ambushing?', as it would easily make Ling Tong misunderstand that he didn't want to see her.

The 'Fortress Romance Guide' stated that if you couldn't find a suitable topic to start with, you should compliment the other person's attire…

Ling Tong must have rushed over, her attire was very simple. A white tactical vest wrapped around her beautiful figure, and camouflage pants paired with special tactical boots allowed her to be ready for the upcoming battle at any time.

She was almost completely without makeup, probably just applying a simple sunscreen. Her already long eyelashes, set against her delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, didn't seem particularly prominent.

Wang Jixuan smiled and said, “Why do I feel like you've become a little more beautiful after not seeing you for a few days?”

“Really?”

Ling Tong was a little taken aback by this, and simply explained, “Maybe it's because I haven't been active outdoors during this time, and have been in the underground laboratory. However, I need to correct you, it's been twelve days since we last met.”

Daoist Wang smiled calmly, his Dao heart inexplicably becoming very peaceful.

He walked closer to Ling Tong, who was still leaning against the corner of the wall, and their eyes briefly met.

“Are you confident?” Wang Jixuan asked, “The upcoming duel… I mean battle.”

“It's still unclear whether any S-class psionicists will appear.”

Ling Tong softly murmured, her eyes showing a hint of disdain for the enemy:

“Human-machine armors and psionicists have completely different combat styles, and it can't be said that a single human-machine armor is inferior to an S-class psionicist. It can only be said that they have more methods, especially mental attacks. Our firepower is stronger and we can snipe from ultra-long distances.

“Next, it depends on whether they will come to Fortress 76.

“The interior of Fortress 76 has been cleaned up and is a good shelter. When the danger here is resolved, you can come back here and continue to contribute to humanity's counterattack against the Blade Beasts.

“I will also be stationed in Fortress 76 for a period of time afterwards.”

“That's good… Oh, right, this is for you.”

Wang Jixuan took off his backpack, opened the outer layer, and pulled out a black box numbered 7 from under a few pieces of clothing.

There were seven or eight more black boxes in the backpack. These boxes contained many crystal cores, which were also Daoist Wang's current stock.

He opened box number seven, displaying the twenty pure crystal cores inside, as well as two brand new crystal core magic tool Bagua discs.

“Here, remember to carry them with you.”

Ling Tong frowned slightly: “So many crystal cores… Don't you need these things a lot?”

Wang Jixuan said sternly: “Aren't you protecting me by using it to fight on the front lines? Take it and use it, your sword also needs this kind of crystal core without residual souls.”

“Okay,” Ling Tong took the box.

Wang Jixuan stared into her eyes, his gaze inadvertently drifting to her lips.

Women always like to apply some color or balm on their lips to make them look tempting, delicious, and sweet.

But the Daoist secretly reminded himself.

‘Only after reaching the Golden Core can one not care about Yuan Yang.’

‘The spiritual energy in this world is not strong to begin with, Yuan Yang is of utmost importance.’

‘Don't be too hasty.’

He coughed softly: “I'll go ahead first, Team Zheng is still waiting.”

“Okay, be careful.”

Ling Tong responded softly, her gaze also glancing to the side.

Wang Jixuan lowered his head and hurried forward two steps, not forgetting to turn his head and wave goodbye to her as he walked past the corner.

“Wang Zheng.”

Ling Tong called out softly.

The Daoist stopped and leaned back, just barely passing the wall, seeing Ling Tong's almost perfect profile, and her gently biting lips.

“Be careful.”

She said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, not knowing what she was thinking, her expression a little unnatural.

Daoist Wang smiled calmly, waved to her, and turned to leave.

At the end of the passage, Zheng Shiduo was squatting there smoking, with his back to this side, secretly observing with a small mirror in his palm.

Wang Jixuan walked about a dozen steps, then suddenly stopped.

Just…

How to say it…

His Dao heart wasn't very comfortable, he always felt a little, a little unwilling.

Yes, he was unwilling.

Wang Jixuan stared at the small mirror in Zheng Shiduo's palm, suddenly took off his backpack and threw it to the ground, turning around and running back the way he came.

Zheng Shiduo couldn't help but turn his head to look over here, question marks hanging all over his head.

On the other side of the corner, Ling Tong, who was stroking the black box's pattern with her mechanical fingers, looked at the figure suddenly returning with some astonishment.

Before she could speak, Wang Jixuan's right hand had already covered her eyes. He kissed her lips lightly with lightning speed, and then quickly jumped back.

“Eh?” Ling Tong was stunned.

“Just trying out the feeling, like it's written in novels, don't misunderstand… Fight well, see you later.”

Daoist Wang repeated these words that Ling Tong had said that day in a light tone.

Then he winked and turned to walk forward.

Ling Tong's face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she used the box to cover her lips, taking a full seven or eight seconds to regain her composure.

The voices of Wang Zheng and Zheng Shiduo's conversation had already come from the corridor next door.

“Wow, what did I just see?”

“Dare to talk nonsense, and I will bestow upon you the Mahayana Buddhism.”

“What is Mahayana Buddhism?”

“鬃熊(Zong Xiong, a type of bear).”

“Damn! Good brother, I was wrong!”

“Stay away from me! My orientation is conservative female! If you come any closer, I'll replace your crystal plug with a cement one!”

“Wow! It's a way that even I haven't tried! I'm disgusted with myself, ah ha ha ha!”

Wang Jixuan kicked out, Zheng Shiduo quickly ran forward, leaving the exit of the material station together, and walked towards the few military material trucks.

At the corner.

Ling Tong leaned against the wall, breathed a sigh of relief, took the box in her hand, her eyes returning to sharpness, and turned to walk in another direction.

Half a minute later, she raised her hand to support her forehead, and quickly walked back, walking in the other direction.

The combat girl, who possessed a full set of terrain information and real-time three-dimensional radar, had just gone the wrong way.

Well, it must be the fault of the new robotic arm not being adapted yet.

… …

‘Woohoo, my Dao heart is delighted.’

Inside the cargo box of a military truck.

Wang Jixuan sat on a simple seat, looking at the projection screen in front of him. There was a simple standby animation on the screen, not connected to a signal.

The cargo box was filled with bags of spun thread at the front and back, leaving only a three or four square meter gap in the middle, with two folding chairs placed there.

Wang Jixuan studied the labels on the goods, which said they were living supplies produced by Fortress No. 76 in the Middle Ancient Basin, without specifying where they were being sent.

There was another chair in front of him.

The truck suddenly started, and Daoist Wang's spiritual sense spread out. The six heavy trucks, wrapped in thick crash nets and iron sheets, started simultaneously, driving along the road towards the material exchange gate of the fortress.

The convoy passed through gates and drove out of Fortress 76, stopping on the edge of the logistics center in the outer expansion D area.

Spiritual sense captured:

A burly figure wearing a black leather coat and a military cap left a military off-road vehicle in the corner, walking with unhurried steps, and found the truck where Wang Jixuan was.

Huh, almost no signs of life?

Wang Jixuan secretly admired.

The second-generation human-machine armors who could survive to this day without sacrificing themselves were definitely not weak. This kind of old-fashioned human-machine armor was infinitely close to Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian's level of modification.

The electronic lock of the door in the middle of the compartment opened on its own, and the figure strode in.

The carriage sank down as a result.

Wang Jixuan looked up, stood up, and tried to show a kind smile.

The person looked up, and under the military cap was a somewhat terrifying face. The left eyeball flickered with red light, it was an electronic prosthetic eye, and the right eye and the native skin near the right eye were his last proof of being human.

This bit of his native skin, and the winding scars on the mechanical surface, seemed to represent the mutual pull between humanity and machinery.

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“Wang Zheng? Hello.”

A deep and old voice sounded, and this old grandfather-level human-machine armor had already stretched out his right hand.

Wang Jixuan shook hands with this old man vigorously.

His hand was almost swollen by the other party's grip!

This old man sat down opposite Wang Jixuan on his own, took off his military cap, revealing short gray hair, a mechanical face showing a bit of a smile, and simply said:

“I've read all your information, of course, the military has mastered it. The Commander-in-Chief asked me to stop all work and specially protect you for a period of time. This has never happened before.

“I have also seen the crystal core weapons you gave, they are very powerful and can subvert the current battle situation.

“Don't worry, a jammer has been activated in the three-meter range around me, and others will only hear buzzing noise when they try to listen to our conversation.

“Let me introduce myself, my code name is Black Shell—the code names of the early human-machine armors were more abstract. They usually call me Black Instructor, you can call me anything you want.”

Wang Jixuan secretly considered that this was, after all, Ling Tong's biological grandfather, and he should be more respectful.

“Okay!”

The Daoist showed a hearty smile:

“Then I'll call you Grandpa Black! You can just call me by my name.”

“Huh? Grandpa Black! Hahaha! Not bad, not bad, it just feels like I'm being scolded.”

Black Instructor laughed heartily, and two small accessories flew out from his back, projecting lines of light.

A full terrain map of the area near Fortress 76 and a communication command channel panel appeared in front of the two.

On the terrain map, twelve light spots were marked.

When Wang Jixuan looked at a light spot, a narrow live broadcast frame would appear above the light spot.

That was the perspective seen by a human-machine armor at this moment.

“Your Ling Tong… good friend, is here.”

Black Instructor deliberately took a big breath, his mechanical bionic face full of teasing, and pointed to a light blue spot.

Wang Jixuan was really surprised: “Twelve semi-human mechs?”

“Yes, hum, it’s not easy to find an opportunity to teach the Thirteenth Institute a lesson, of course, I have to ruthlessly poke their chrysanthemum!”

Black Instructor explained with great interest:

“It should be fifteen, including me, but I am responsible for watching the battle. Once there are S-class or higher spiritual energy users, I and the other two second-generation mechs hidden in the nearby airspace will take action.

“If it’s just S-class, the three of us old bones won’t move. Every time we fight, we get closer to self-collapse.

“You don’t have to worry too much about Ling Tong. Under your nourishment—don’t misunderstand, I mean your spiritual energy nourishes her—her physical fitness has been greatly strengthened. After discussion, we equipped her with a medium-load mechanical arm. She has always been a leader among the new generation of semi-human mechs, but her current combat power is still somewhat insufficient compared to the previous generations of semi-human mechs.

“So, she won’t be the main force today, just responsible for an ambush on one side.”

Wang Jixuan: …

Black Instructor gently tapped the air with the mechanical fingers of his right hand. He was operating an interface that Wang Jixuan couldn't see.

The convoy set off again and soon arrived at an underground tunnel.

“This is relatively safe and not too far from Fortress 76.”

Black Instructor explained to himself, groped in the package he was carrying, and took out a form and a pen.

“You also come and do some work. This battle is also an assessment of Ling Tong’s new generation of semi-human mechs. There are six new semi-human mechs in total. I won’t be able to score them later. You give them a score.”

“Okay, it’s a small matter.”

Wang Jixuan felt quite novel and looked at the form carefully.

Didn’t Ling Tong say that this instructor has a bad temper?

Why does it feel like this old mechanical guy has a pretty good personality and is not fierce at all.

‘Is it because I am not his student?’

A faint engine sound came from the front. On the chest of the Black Instructor in front of him, a small… refrigerator opened.

Yes, a refrigerator.

Black Instructor took out a can of ice-cold beer and handed it to Wang Jixuan, smiling: “There is a cooling system near my core stack. This is called multiple use of energy. Have a drink.”

“Thank you,” Wang Daoren took the beer and looked at it carefully. It was not an industrial synthetic product, but wheat brewed.

In the fortress, this is a rare commodity.

Wang Jixuan opened the pull ring, raised his head and took a sip, and his eyes suddenly became brighter.

Black Instructor looked at him eagerly, then pouted and sighed: “My mouth is a special-grade destruction cannon. Without a tongue, I can’t taste the taste. It’s really uncomfortable.”

Wang Jixuan asked: “Do you want me to briefly describe the taste?”

“Are you a devil?”

Black Instructor glared and cursed:

“I saw in your profile that you like to tease people. The little punk who had both hands blown off by a sniper rifle, you are so bad, you left him with a way to exercise his finger muscles!”

“Uh, that was just a little revenge.”

Wang Jixuan shrugged:

“Who told him to bully people before?”

“So,” Black Instructor squinted and smiled, “When you were committing suicide, did you really see the twinkling of the stars and connect to an alien civilization?”

“Yes.”

Wang Daoren said firmly, and smiled again:

“It seems that the Commander-in-Chief asked you, senior, to protect me, and also gave you an additional task to find out my details?”

Black Instructor tutted: “Senior, this title is really good, but unfortunately young people rarely use it now… I get along with you quite well. In the report later, I will fill in that you are a good boy.”

“Your objective and fair evaluation is fine.”

Wang Jixuan raised his head and took a big gulp of ice-cold beer, feeling refreshed all over.

A red dot suddenly appeared on the terrain map, just in the northwest direction.

“Here it comes,” Black Instructor raised his eyebrows, “P231 stealth transport plane, departing from the border of the D3 comprehensive war zone, with six spiritual energy users inside, three A’s, two B’s, and one C. We can’t rule out that there are hidden S’s among the three A’s.”

Wang Jixuan asked: “Aren’t you going to command, senior?”

“Command? Why do I need to command such a small scene? I won’t even notify them. They have to discover it themselves.

“Semi-human mechs can’t just be able to fight. When they drive real terror mechs or sub-terror mechs, they must observe the entire battle situation. Command ability is a necessary thing.”

Black Instructor tutted:

“We are the judges, scoring them. Let me see who the commander is tonight… Wow, Deep Sea, a good young man. Let’s secretly listen to what they are chatting about in the channel. Don’t look at how cool they are usually, they often have dirty jokes in private chats.”

Black Instructor tapped his fingers in the air a few times, and the semi-human mechs' chat entered Wang Jixuan's ears.